"Clark-!!"

I watched you fall from the top of the windmill in Chandler's Field. Before I knew what was happening, I was speeding across the field towards you. I didn't care about who pushed you. I cared about you not hitting the ground. It was so far, I wish the windmill was taller, or I was faster. I race and scoop you up as you almost hit the ground, just barely smacking your head on the ground. I watch as your eyes flutter "hey...hey, Guest look at me... look at me, babe. I've got you"